Posts made by yababylol

Holy …. wow. What a beautiful twink.  :afr:

Much gratitude from me as well if anyone can ID him.

I had a conversation with a friend of mine about this recently, about how when we were both in our teens (this was before there were hookup apps), we'd read about these places on the Internet and try to naively go into the parks and bathrooms that were supposed to be "active" and see what was going on. We were horny and sooooo curious!

He never saw anything, but I once actually had a trucker's dick shoved at me from under a stall in a rest stop near my work when I was 18. It was the first cock I ever tasted, and I never saw the guy's face. I was happy to finally experience giving fellatio, though. Someone came in and I fled in terror. I never tried again; I was young and worried about the awkwardness of encountering a "troll" (a mean name for someone I wouldn't be attracted to, everyone used it).

Nowadays, I think the practice is all but obsolete because of Grindr and all of its clones, to be honest. You can cruise and see pictures, and the only question once you both realize you're game is whose place it happens at.

Yes; I've actually hooked up with a FTM transgendered guy before, and the sex was pretty hot. Then again, vaginas aren't repulsive to me in the first place.

I've never hooked up with a MTF, with a dick or without, but I've definitely jerked off to some very pretty-looking transgendered women in porn that's made for so called "straight" men. I'd fuck some of those performers with glee.

I've officially moved on from caring about equipment and chromosome-assigned sex; if I find you attractive, I just need to know how we're gonna fit together and exchange the lovely fluids, lol.  :hug2:

@nilserrocha:

In my teenage, around my 16.
In this time, I thought was bi, but my eyes was keeping my attention in the every muscle of my friends…

Well, I identify as "bi," and I would've been staring at muscles as well. It's a little like deciding you only like latina women because you're hanging around one and can't stop looking at her breasts, that logic.  

… my story, I was 11. I started masturbating very early, I found out how to do it by humping the bed, and once my father gave me the "sex talk," I realized that what I'd already been doing for several years was simulating the sensation of having sex. The hysteria some people seem to feel at the idea of educating your kids about sex as it really exists always seems silly to me, because I figured so much out about it with really no help before seventh grade.

I used to be subscribed to this Disney magazine published for young adults, and they were doing a piece on Free Willy (ironically named for the impact that movie had on my young life). I realized I wanted to masturbate when looking at pictures of that lead in that role while he was in his swimwear, I think he was like 13 at the time, but I was definitely 11.

So, I whip it out and go for it, and when I finished, I realized – wait, this is that "gay" thing I keep hearing about ... I'd done the same thing many times before because I'd see a picture or a movie, over women and men, but this was the first time I realized what it actually meant about me.

I suffered no huge identity crisis or anything (though I did keep that side of myself a complete secret for at least 7 more years), I'm not sure why. I just shrugged my shoulders and went with it. I had many crushes in the years to follow, celebrities or friends, haha … I would even sneak and smuggle out my sisters' Tiger Beat magazines to stare at the pinups, or when I could work up the courage, I'd walk to the store myself and buy one (once I'd turned 13). I had a particularly strong crush on Jonathan Taylor Thomas, who's exactly the same age as me, after I saw him in that movie with Chevy Chase. He was all over those magazines.

My father found those magazines once, along with a sears catalogue for women's underwear, underneath my bed. I still remember the perplexed look on his face. It wasn't computing for him.   He never talked to me about it.

Brent Corrigan would tempt me deeply. As in, two weeks in Europe kind of temptation. I have the money for it, both the trip and his time, but damn if it wouldn't break my beefy bear heart once it was over, haha.

God, I need a boyfriend. I'm re-installing Tinder.

I thought you guys might enjoy this. I can tell they've been together for a long time.

http://i.imgur.com/DcbBEr0.gifv

@yuibla:

And How much risk does it have on their career and reputation?

This is the only part of your post I feel like I can comment on, but it's in the form of a question – why the worry about taking an alias? The fact that you're concerned at all tells that you have anxiety with using your real name.

Here's a fact -- eventually, even an alias may be linked back to you when you enter the realm of more "respectable" wor, but ... at that point, it means you have enough interest around the work you really want to be doing that it shouldn't matter so much. If you hadn't been a success, people wouldn't bother digging into your background so deeply.

Also, you're basing a lot of your fear on the kind of cultural thinking that's rapidly dying out, and will face eventual extinction. Especially in our evolving, accepting, liberal and sexually freed culture, I doubt that the fact you once drew dirty pictures will matter much in the year 2025 (unless you live in Syria or something).

If all you need is to make money somehow for now, but it bugs you to be firmly identified with it ... then go ahead and do it and pick a fake name. If you actually WANT to be making this kind of art, though, and it genuinely intrigues and inspires you, then it means you should cast off all other concerns and dive in wholeheartedly and to HELL with your "reputation." I promise you -- the Western world has changed a lot in 30 years, and is still changing rapidly. Nobody you want to be in your life will be judging you for it 10 years from now.

The first person I told was my mother, and she admitted she suspected that I was gay … but my mother is a forgiving person and open-minded (for her generation), and what I had to tell her was harder for her to accept than being "gay." It was difficult for her to understand (still is), and I think she would've been happier if I could've just told her that I was gay. My sister is the same as me, though, and all my siblings are a lot easier with accepting the concept of sexuality being a spectrum.

My siblings learned after my mother. In particular, I was worried about telling my brother (he very much was entrenched in the "gayness is perversion" sort of adolescent male talk that was typical when I was going through high school, in the late 90s). He's a lot more comfortable with the concept now because he's met so many other people and had a chance to realize the diversity of humanity at large, and that's harder for my parents ... but in retrospect, I still would've told my mother first. For most people in most families, the mom is going to be the one most likely to invest the effort and endure the shock of the first "reveal" moment (she's also more likely to be the one that's wanting to constantly ask you about your dating life and the prospect of future grandchildren). That's just the culture and background I grew up in talking, I know, but I think it holds true across the globe in many ways. Part of that assumption is more nature than nurture.

Still, don't be upset if she never quite "gets it." My parents have completely binary thinking. You're either one way or the other.

The sad truth is I've met many older people in the LGBT community who are exactly along the same lines. It's been a lot harder for me to "come out" as bi to some of the gay men and lesbians I've met while volunteering and stuff than it ever was to tell my mother that I was about to date another man. I've literally been told to "go away" by a man that were hitting on me fiercely for over an hour .... once he found out that my last date had been with someone with a vagina. To this day, I still have trouble getting people to understand that it can often be more difficult to gain acceptance as a bisexual man in a roomful of openly gay individuals than it is to gain acceptance as someone who identifies simply as "gay" in a roomful of heterosexuals.

There's going to be rejection and lack of acceptance among any group, is my point, but family should be trusted to eventually get over it. I vote for your mother. You'll be okay. You'll know when the right time is; and you'll feel better once it's over. It may take an adjustment period for both of you once the truth is just out in the open, but within weeks you'll be feeling free and happier than you'd ever have known, just because you're finally able to stop pretending to be something you're not with the closest people in your life.

I topped a guy in a sling (he insisted on trying it out, as it was new), and while it was hot and fun to play around with (I could grab onto straps and swing the lil' bottom around and around, and really get him rocking back and forth), standing and fucking is not my favorite position … I prefer to be horizontal to cum.

So after 15 minutes of angrily stuffing myself into his hole as I pulled him towards me with the straps, we moved to the bedroom (there was a camera in the room, I wonder now if he was filming it).

He definitely enjoyed it; it's a position of complete submission. He needed my help to get out of it ... I dunno if it would be fun to be in it for an extended period, though, once you'd gotten your rocks off. You should delay cumming until the last possible moment so you don't lose your horny haze.

@2390:

What about Paul Ryan? I can't believe nobody's brought him up

You're right. He's got some majorly bloodshot eyes, but he's definitely hot. Hate his politics, but meh. I can always blackmail him after the hawt buttsecks. 

@xjamie:

most of the time i try to mastrurbate once a day. The only exception is when i know i'm gonna have a date the next day. then i try not to masturbate so i can have more to give the next day 

See, this interests me … my idea of an ideal relationship is one in which sex can be expected more than once in a day. I don't understand guys that only want to cum once per day.

Of course, there are busy days where you can only do it once, or even zero times ... but if it's a weekend, what's wrong with four in a night?  :cheesy2:

I'd add that most of the "Legacy" studios still in business (Falcon, absolutely anything ChiChi Larue directs are great examples) are similarly sterile. It's all about the pure physical attractiveness of whatever model they've given a contract to, and very little about action and an actual state of being turned on and mindlessly craving the sex (I get that feeling from Treasure Island Media, that the people on camera are just fucking stoked to be fucking EACH OTHER … never from Falcon, Bel Ami, etc.)

I'd love to see some of the 'perfect 10' models in scenes that have believable, animalistic sex, but there's just so many more porn scenes like that from the myriad of minor studios that have 8s or 9s, haha.

I did recently download a scene from Sean Cody that surprised me; he's definitely trying to get closer to that intensity, though he doesn't quite make it. His performers are in that sleek, plastic, Ken-doll "10" category, though. If you're looking for a good compromise between both worlds, Sean Cody is probably it.

I liked them a lot when I was younger, too (first gay porn I ever bought was Bel Ami, at 18), but compared to the kind of stuff I can get from Staxus or Treasure Island Media now, it just lacks the intensity of very hard sex.

The models are undoubtedly gorgeous, but I rarely watch a scene of theirs anymore for more than a few seconds. The sex seems fake, plastic, staged, and non-genuine. Machofucker beats the ever-loving hell out of them in terms of fucking I can believe. Bel Ami models are too sleek and … it's hard to describe it. It's like watching a bunch of posed Ken dolls. I don't believe that these guys would ever meet each other at random and just fuck with or without the camera.

It helped a bit when they went bareback (honestly, I don't watch condom porn at all anymore either -- porn is for my fantasy time, and I for one don't fantasize about condoms), but only marginally.

Also, there's way too much of an emphasis on orgy scenes and group sex. I've always found those to be distracting and over-the-top. I need to focus on a specific thing to cum; if the camera is cutting all over the place to 20 different performers every 5 seconds, it's just too much.

At least in the United States, a parent or guardian is legally obligated to support a minor until they turn 18 (you can literally show back up at the house after being kicked out by a pissed off Dad, and watch that purple-faced, apopleptic Dad be hauled off in cuffs). Few people seem to take that recourse.

If you're a college kid or something and still living at home, though … it's a different story.

Long story short, our culture is one that seems to put a lot of pressure on coming out, and it is an important step for any LGBT person to truly step into adulthood and live an at-peace, happy life ... but there's a reason to time it properly. It can be outright dangerous for someone too young to support themselves. If you're over 18, you have to make a decision about what's more important to you -- that rent-free roof over your head, or self-honesty and freedom (at which point it's on you to start making alternative living arrangements; you're legally supposed to be able to handle that task from there, anyway).

It sucks, but we all get to this point where we have to decide in some way or other whether we're happy with our parents' rules any longer, or if we'd rather tough it out, suck it up, and do what's necessary to be completely free. For the most part, I would think that anyone in that situation would know very well how likely it is that they'd be kicked out after revealing their sexuality. I have a lot more sympathy for people that are accidentally revealed.

They're different things, honestly. I think I'd most-of-the-time prefer to be with someone real (who I like and am genuinely attracted to), but one of the things I realized after I first lost my virginity (and understood is pretty normal after I talked to a few others about it) that the person that's best able to make you cum, hard, and get really worked up …. is that sex with another person is a lot more work, requires a lot more energy, and can often not physically feel quite as good as what you know from masturbating. In general terms, there's only one expert in the world in getting you to cum hard ... and that's you yourself. You know your kinks, you know your hot buttons, you know how to work your own dick in just the right way.

This is why you see so many porn videos where the performers have to finish themselves off with their own hands, even in straight porn. I know I've been in real sex situations where I was having trouble cumming, and it's not because of any fault of my partner's technique -- it's because real sex requires you to be VERY INTO your partner to be enjoyable; there's just not as much in the way of perfect timing and perfect touching that another person can deliver. Even an actual asshole or mouth wrapped around my dick can often not provide as much genuine physical stimulation as my own hands.

Real sex is about the person you're with and the idea of them getting down and dirty with you, which is the most crucial part of being turned on and wanting to cum .... being enamored with the thought of another human being doing all this naughty stuff with you. That's the driving force behind cumming when you're with a partner.

Now, on your own, you can focus more on really maximizing physical sensations and you have the luxury of finding an erotic story, porn video, or even a mental fantasy (I still do that all the time), and sometimes it's just easier. Some of the most intense orgasms of my life were wrenched out of my dick all by myself with no other real people around.

I can certainly cum much more quickly on my own -- I just know where all the mental switches are. I'd be curious to hear some feedback from other people about that. Is there anyone in the world that cums quicker, faster, and more intensely only when they're having real sex with real people? Do most of you find that it's easier to cum (at least in the pure functional, mechanical sense) all by your lonesome?

At least once by both parents (completely accidental and mortifying both times, as they both fully understood what they had walked in on, but it was never acknowledged or talked about) … but in my case, there were a couple of times when I was a rogue teenager where I literally engineered a situation to be caught by a certain neighbor. I think I was around 15-16, and he was about the same age.

He was as straight as blazes (or acted that way, I remember that he talked with that white-gangsta dialect like Eminem or Macklemoore, even if we lived in the suburban midwest ... he did remind me of a gangly Eminem). In spite of that persona he put on, once he caught me a couple of times on accident, he would always go out of his way to try to barge in on us after that. He'd knock on our door at random and want to hang out with my brother and I to play video games, or wander around the neighborhood with us.

Again, we never talked about it openly, but there was at least a couple of occasions where I know he was watching me through a window. It was exciting for the teenager-virigin-me ... When I knew he was watching and paying close attention (I was deliberately making myself visible in the window, and he was bad at hiding ... I could see him), I still remember my heart thudding against my ribcage, the sort of physical sensation that poppers gives you, but it was pure testosterone and sexual mania at the time. I don't think he knew that I knew he was watching, but every time, he waited until I came to go away. He was definitely getting something out of it. :cheers:

Fast forward to a few hours later, and he'd be knocking on the door asking to hang out again. It's only now that I realize that he may very well have been going home to knock one out himself in the intervening time.

In retrospect, I wish I had the courage to try to explore seducing him a bit further back then, but I was living in a conservative area and was a coward because of the way the homophobes at school would talk about gayness like it was nearly the worst possible thing in the world you could be. I didn't want to risk exposing myself if he couldn't handle it.

Even as the top in the equation, the idea of it is not something I'm comfortable with (I don't even like it in porn). I've had an eager bottom partner before that was riding me and got so excited during one session that he hopped off and plunged his open mouth over my dick that was still throbbing and hard and pointing angrily skyward (it took him like 0.5 seconds to make the transition between one orifice and the other, it happened so fast I was shocked).

I was like, "Uh, that was just up your ass, guy." He stopped and looked embarrassed so I felt bad, I could've handled it a lot better than that, but it didn't stop him from climbing back on and taking my load up his ass after lots more riding.

I refused to kiss him during the rest of the session, though. Definitely no ass2mouth for me, no matter what side of the equation I'm on.

As much as I feel like it, and never with guilt. I've hit over 7-10 times in a day many times, and I'm 33 years old at the moment.

There are days where I'm depressed or going through things (like a hangover, haha) where I just don't feel like it, so I don't at all. There are others where I'm just jerking it until I'm raw all day long. If I feel like I haven't done it in a couple of days, I'll often just go ahead and do it in the same way that a person might decide they should probably eat something just because the timing says you should, even if they're not hungry …. I want my body to continue producing the hormones that make me want to ejaculate.

The people who only go once a week boggle my mind, but I think it's possible for anyone to get there if they let their sex chemical production die down (they're letting their lives distract them from the majesty of cumming, so they stop seeking it out, which leads to the body producing less testosterone which makes you want to cum less ... self-feedback loop kind of thing). Frankly, I love sex and want to FEEL horny, so I don't want to evolve to that state. I don't actually sit down with a spreadsheet and crunch numbers or anything, but if I'm not averaging twice a day at a minimum, I'll probably start getting morose and will eventually devote half of a weekend day to drowning myself in my own cum and precum. My foreskin gets so tender after those 8-hour marathons, but it's the good kind of burn ... like after a workout or really good spicy food.  :cheers:

Of course, it's much more fun with a partner (a good bottom, preferably) to milk that cum out of me with his orifices, but that's not always possible.

Negative guy here, and as I haven't had sex with ANYONE in at least 8 months and I've been tested recently, I know it for sure. That said … I hate the ignorance and fear that's persisting in our community about this issue.

We need to absorb this fact, or else we're being just as preposterous as U.S. senators entering the congressional floor with snowballs and trying to claim that climate change isn't real, and they've proven practically every scientist on Earth wrong with that one snowball -- you need to listen to the people with the ph.d's, and not your gut fears that have been drilled into your head. The fact is, all the actual scientific evidence shows that you're probably a lot safer with someone who's positive and knows their status than you are with someone who thinks that they're negative (and tells you so).

would not knowingly have oral or anal sex with someone who told me they were HIV positive even if they had a low viral load or even if I was on PrEP or Truvada unless for some reason I was so in love with them that I decided to take the risk

The thing is, if you're with someone who knows they're HIV positive and have an undetectable viral load, whether you're on PrEP or not (and it's a good idea to be on it), your risk is actually lower than having sex with someone who tells you that they're negative but their last test was … hell, even two weeks ago. Remember that the virus isn't strongly detectable until you've been infected for half a year as it is.

All the science supports that fact -- you literally, LITERALLY, have less of a chance of becoming infected by someone that's positive yet provably undetectable (when it's demonstrably and test-verified undetectable, as far as we know so far, the risk is essentially zero) than you are with someone that just comes up to you and says, "Yeah, I'm negative, here's my test from last month."

What "risk" is it you're not willing to take? It seems like the imaginary one in your head where you still want to believe your programmed fear and not scientists and doctors.

I've been all over the map through the years, I get a 'craving' for a certain type or another, sometimes completely getting polarity reversals in terms of being drawn to a type that would've been completely uninteresting to me in the earliest days of me realizing that I had a sex drive. When I first got access to porn at 18, I was highly drawn to the bronzed, perfectly chiseled Euro look of Bel Ami … but as I got older, I got a crush on a sassy twinkish guy (not too much younger than me, but he had a young look and vibe), and I suddenly developed a thing for very effeminate, petite, scrawny guys with no muscle tone at all.

I actually wish I could find more porn with highly feminine bottoms (not trans, but just very cute, very smooth, very non-masculine guys ... I've known men in their 50s that meet this bill, they don't have to be young), but I do seem to be in the minority with that particular taste -- most gay men I know are openly contemptuous of feminine guys, but I love 'em. Ironically, it's some of the most flamboyant guys I know that seem to have this prejudice.

I never used to be attracted to black men at all, either, but as I got older, that hangup rapidly went away. I'd happily date a hot man of color as readily as I would a white guy. I also stopped caring about perfect bodies so much; a little padding doesn't make-or-break it for me anymore. Oh, and baldness ... it used to look "old" to me, but now, I honestly don't care if the guy knows how to stay on top of it and rock a shaved head.

Now, there are still types I absolutely don't feel attracted to and don't think I could even get it up for, but my range has definitely broadened.

The formula for attraction is complex indeed. Maybe it's a little bit like learning to like different types of food? When we first become sexually active (whatever age that is for any one of us), we're essentially that toddler in the high chair flipping their plate up if they're offered anything but chicken nuggets and chocolate milk. You get older, you learn other foods aren't toxic, and can actually be pretty enjoyable. Just a theory.